One of Us
Edwin Benson - Mandan-Hidatsa
(speaks in Mandan language)
My grandfather was a full blood Mandan. My grandmother who died in earlier years, that I didn't know, was a Hidatsa lady. At that time they called them Gros Ventres. In later years they called them Hidatsa. She only spoke that language. Alone my grandfather spoke the Mandan language. Of course in later in years he was able to speak both languages. That left just my grandfather and me. My dad was left at the home place while the older sister and brother left for school (boarding school). My first language was the Mandan language. Everything at home was all the Mandan language or known as the Nu'itah language.
The translation of Nu'itah is "one of us", but then they translate it into English saying "we, the people". The Mandan language was my first language up until 1936 when I started District School down along the river bottom near a little church. That's where the federal government leased that church for a teacher to move in and teach first grade up to the eighth grade. My grandfather didn't want me to go. He wanted me next to him at all times. After he passed on they built a new school to the west of where we were up the Missouri River. When the school was completed in 1940, it was named Charging Eagle School by one of our elders.
I grew up right along the Missouri River where the Big Missouri and the Little Missouri come to meet one another. I grew up within about a mile away from where they call it the mouth of the Missouri River. That's where my home was. My grandfather left that home for me to be in and that's where I grew up until the Garrison Dam came.
I can hardly describe it anymore because it would be hard for people to believe what I'm saying is true or not. The river bottom was there. The Old Missouri muddy water was flowing away. Then we had different types of trees that grew. Your red willow were the first trees coming from the river up close to the banks to where the big cottonwood trees would start. We had the diamond willows in there. We had the big cottonwood trees. Boy there was some large cottonwood trees and very tall which made a lot of windbreaks and comfortable to live there. It was really very a pretty place to live in.
Of course we had all the wood we could find to burn. In that time we never had to buy. Today there's fuel oil and there's electricity, heat, electric lights. There was no such a thing in that time, in those days. In the hills we used Badland coal that we dug, uncovered, during the summer. We got by with that. Everything had to be done with a team and horses. We never knew anything about automobiles. Dad owned a little Model A, which only ran half the time. At times he couldn't run it because he didn't have any money for gasoline, but gas was only, I remember at that time, was only twelve or fourteen cents a gallon or something like that. Dad couldn't afford to buy gas at that price in those days because there were no jobs at all. Everything that we did we had to depend on the garden, what we raised in the garden. We had a few cattle. It was really a hard struggle, but never noticed it because we just came into this world kind of that way, and that's the way we saw it day in and day out. It really didn't bother me to say, "This is a hard life". I had my health and I guess that was the main thing. That's the way we continued living.
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